Sometimes things change, lives change, people change. People are left behind not by choice but perhaps by chance. In my case, my mentor, friend, beer buddy, and fellow archeologist RWR was in my life. For whatever reason, I never reached back out to him, never called, wrote a letter. It was too easy to find his phone number and address. Why? Why do we punish ourselves thus? My wife had told me any number of times since about 1995 to call him, to reach out. Now RWR is 67 years old and tonite after reaching a zenith of indecision, I called him. We talked for almost an hour about the things that happened. I told RWR we loved him and missed him and that I would be coming out later in the year to see him. I’m putting a AMTRAK train trip together now to go to Los Angeles and then I’ll drive myself and my 11 year old daughter up to see RWR. She has heard the stories, listened to the private laughs my wife and I still share. She is curious. What could this be like?
The lesson I learned tonight is never do this to yourselves. Its never too late to reach out and I am so glad I listened to an old friend Nan about it. She told me to do it. Women have this sense that we men seem to not. They know what they should do in these kinds of situations and we men misery our way through it.
All I can say now is that I am relieved, happy, and will soon see my dear old friend RWR again. To hold a beer, a piece of pizza, an engaging discussion about prehistory, physical anthropology, life. Remember those old surveys, juke boxes he kicked, hotels we stayed in, and all that beer we drank. Its all good.
Wrap all this up in the Coast Starlight AMTRAK and you have a trip that will engage me, make my 11 year old enjoy, and then the real and true reward is the visit with Rog at the very end. We’ll get on board on the 24th of March and head down to Los Angeles. Have a nice room that night and get a rental car. Drive up to Lancaster and stay a few nights.


















